{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"EFFNGEE by Anna Log • Audius","description":"Heywood. Wrong block, wrong hour, somebody else's war.\n\nWe're pinned behind a burned-out Villefort while rounds chew concrete off the wall above us. Somebody's screaming for a medic.\n\nThen this kid moves.\n\nNew face. Medtech. Still has that clean look people get before Night City teaches them better. He's maybe twenty meters away, crouched behind a dumpster with his kit hugged against his chest like it might stop bullets.\n\nSomebody yells:\n\n\"Rabbit!\"\n\nAnd the kid fucking runs.\n\nNot away.\n\nAcross.\n\nFull sprint through open street, rounds snapping around him, because somebody is bleeding out on the other side.\n\nThat's when I hear it.\n\nNot music yet. Rhythm.\n\nRabbit.\n\nRabbit.\n\nRun, rabbit, run.\n\nFresh meat. New medic. Doesn't know anybody's name yet. Nobody knows his. Doesn't matter. The old medic got dusted and now this scared little fucker is crawling into the space where somebody died.\n\nThat's the FNG.\n\nEverybody treats you like you're temporary until suddenly you're the reason they're still breathing.\n\nI watched him disappear behind the wreckage and thought:\n\nDon't need his name. \nDon't care.\n\nWe'll talk names someday.\n\nEarn your fucking pay.\n\nBy the time the shooting stopped, I already had the chorus.\n\nEFFNGEE.","html":"","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://audius-creator-5.theblueprint.xyz/content/baeaaaiqseclde6dumozi3vu2whntoyo7gbaffqekjgwbvkpsspq4olijjq5ea/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"Anna Log","author_url":"https://audius.co/AnnaLog","cache_age":3600}